• death come quickly,
    death com quietley
    sweep me off to the land beyond

    i sit and wait for my demise,
    why won't it end, this horrible nightmare
    i scream in my sleep,
    and lay in bed hoping not to see the sunrise
    before my eyes,

    i wish i could escape this horrid trap,
    but this trap is my mind...

    unescapable, unavoidable,
    thats what this world is to me.

    the only salvation i find is when i read
    i loose my self in the book and everything is better
    reading is like my other world to escape to and never come out of
    but when i do i start to cry for i realize my life isn't a fairy tale of romance and suspense...

    so taake me away to the land for beyond to be my self and no one else